Oh God, the pain inside.
A wish to just close the eyes.
Then wake up to a different sky.
Almost as if to give up, and just die.
Yet much to accomplish within life.
A healthy medium, is becoming hard to find.
Stress isn't the only thing pressing on the mind.
Another sip of spirit, put down the nine.
Thoughts of being missed, based off being cruel or kind.
A tangled bind, that needs to unwind.
To weigh which has been given more time
And if its time, to change this tune of mine.
God doesn't make mistakes, does that mean i'm fine?
Cause I can not understand how something from the devine.
Can go so wrong, in my lifetime.
Hova, I got a million and one questions.
Friend or foe, it's a blurred line.
Not meaning you, But with those whom you created.
I lack the understanding which ye has orchestrated.
I listen and take notes, only to become frustrated.
Looking outside my self, emotions become manipulated.
The have and the have nots, materialism is captavating.
Though worth is embodied within the physical.
While it's value is released by the energy of its deeds.
Status is still determined by shiny new things.
Once you grow horns, can you ever receive wings?
How far is gone, can the lost be found?
Is there a point of no return, does heaven have an out of bound?
For sinners are in every county, borough, city and town.
Inside smile, outside frown, or is it the other way around?
Profound, the invisible ties by which i'm bound.
Walking the surface, unprepared for the underground.